To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor
Chapter 639

Episode 639 The Egoist (4)

Lei, who came out, immediately said to Hongyoung.

“Chase the incense.”

“As for the incense…”

“I wrote it to the Demonic Church in case you didn’t know.”

As she speaks, she shakes the sachet in her arms.

It’s the tracking scent he gave you before.

He didn’t know that he would use it at a time like this, so Hongyoung’s dry face showed surprise for a moment and then disappeared.

“I’m sorry, but the incense is useless when the distance is great.”

“You may not have gone far yet. I can catch up enough.”

“…”

Hearing that, Hongyoung gently closed her eyes.

Focus on your sense of smell and start looking for familiar scents.

The roads where the scent spread came into my eyes as if I were drawing them in my head.

How many minutes had passed like that?

Hongyeong, who grasped the location, hinted.

“I’m running with my back to the border of Celia.”

“These are the guys who came out of the boat.”

Going to a place where there are few people must mean that you have the confidence to escape that much.

But this is a wrong choice.

Even if you run down the border and run down, nothing will change.

That’s because the scent of Choo Jong-hyang is still wafting around.

Even if he went up north and hid himself in the Lessian Empire, he could have been found if there was a security guard.

Ray raised an eyebrow.

“let’s go.”

“…follow the orders.”

Hongyoung moved her feet in line with Ray’s pace.

* * *

The Leven mercenaries safely crossed the border of Silia and retreated.

hearing the news

Dae-joo and Vice-joo ran for a while and then looked back.

“Heh heh heh heh. At this rate, even that guy won’t be able to catch up…”

He said and carefully spread the demonic energy widely.

Fortunately, I didn’t feel any signs of hiding.

Only then did the Daeju, relieved by sweeping his chest, let out a rough breath.

“You bastard, like a monster. I never thought that the main throne, who had been bestowed with demonic energy, would have to step down…”

The saint’s dignity, which he faced in front of his eyes, was beyond human.

With a single swing of the sword, two or three of the elites of the Black Room were knocked out.

When the sword flew toward Mokwooldae, I was dizzy and almost incontinent.

To that extent, the saint’s power was beyond the ark.

The deputy commander took a breath and said.

“Oh, don’t worry yet. He never knows when or where he might attack.”

The sub-owner was also badly beaten by him.

The immersion technique, which could not be sensed even while looking at it with eyes, was so secretive that it was hard to believe.

If he had made up his mind and kept his sword pointed at his chest, he would have died instantly.

It was a nightmare-like memory, so their anxiety was considerable.

Dae-joo, who was constantly looking around, was completely relieved as soon as he could not feel the flow of mana anywhere.

“I can’t come after you. I will soon be entering the borders of Devon, so how can I follow you?”

“But the opponent is that saint. By any chance, if you use teleportation magic…”

“You idiot! Transfer magic is magic that has already been practiced! How can a kid like that use it if it’s a desperate magic that doesn’t come out of a good magic book by digging through the ruins!”

I heard that too.

As the Dae-ju boasted, the Vice-owner was also a little relieved.

“That is true. Anyway, he’s a great guy. After all, Sandal was defeated with just one move.”

Although he can’t handle mana, Sandal is a person who has taken the place of the elite with his unique bizarre ability.

The swordsmanship that distracts mana when swords collide is not something even a sword master can easily see.

At the words of Budaeju, Daeju fell into deep thought.

‘wait. Come to think of it, it didn’t seem to be affected much by Sandal’s attacks.’

It was a fierce battle that wouldn’t have been strange if it were a normal swordsman, even if he died vomiting blood after being distorted.

However, the saint was rather relaxed to the extent that Sandal swung his sword until he was exhausted and then saw the match.

How?

Continuing his thoughts, Dae-ju suddenly remembered that his magic had disappeared as if it were being absorbed by a saint.

I can’t leave my mind as I received the dense magi with my body as if I were eating snacks.

how.

how.

How was he able to receive the opposite energy from mana?

Curiosity continued biting its tail.

‘Actually, the saint is using demonic energy…’

It was a ridiculous imagination, but it was difficult to understand the current situation.

Daeju’s complexion turned black.

Whether you know that feeling or not.

The sub-owner kicked the ground with his toe, dug a groove, and brushed off things that could be used as firewood.

“Let’s take a break for a while.”

At those words, Daejoo also nodded slightly.

He consumed too much demonic energy in the war, and fatigue accumulated.

On top of that, unanswered questions endlessly circulated in my head, so my mental strength also hit its limit.

‘My legs don’t move anymore.’

My hands and feet have been shaking ever since.

If he continued to overdo it, the mana load could be shaken.

Even if you don’t, it’s a damaged mana rod because you forcibly dragged the demon.

I had no desire to overdo it any more.

“It won’t be a problem if we take a break for an hour or so.”

It would take half a day to chase after them by running nonstop to this place.

Dae-ju put his mind at ease for a while.

Without knowing that someone was running madly towards them.

* * *

When Ray is away.

The relief army headed for the Principality of Soleil tilted their heads as they saw the walls that were finally starting to appear.

The battlefield where the fierce battle was supposed to be taking place was nowhere to be found.

Judging from the savory smell of bread and the warmth that spreads from inside the walls, it doesn’t look like a war is going on at all.

“…What kind of situation is this?”

“Heh heh heh.”

The old mercenary looked around in embarrassment, and the rest of the troops burst into laughter.

The pool of water that hadn’t completely dried up yet and the scent of blood in the woods.

Looking at the corpses of the goblins that were not completely cleaned up, I can feel the fact that this place was a battlefield not too long ago.

But where did all the troops go?

Vinter, who was in command of the mercenaries, approached the gate before solving his curiosity.

As a considerable force approached, the wary goblins thrust their spears into it.

“Kieek! Stop human!”

“If you come closer, I will attack!”

Both eyes were bloodshot as if they were going to stab a spear at any moment, but the feeling of intimidation was quite different from that of other goblins.

At the same time, the tense glade calmed them down.

“Give me the spear. We are the savior who came to help the duchy.”

At those words, the goblins turned to each other.

“Rescue Army…?”

“Keeek?”

I guess I don’t know what that means.

but.

Even the fact that the goblin was talking was surprising to Winter.

The goblins, who communicated as if it were natural, seemed to have more intelligence than expected.

Taking a step closer to them with courage, he held out a luxurious piece of parchment.

“You say you are an ally, not an enemy. Would you understand if I showed you this parchment?”

“Kiyiik…”

The goblin accepted the parchment.

The goblins, who had been turning around and looking at it, soon looked at each other again, then again at the clearing.

Is it still hard to believe?

The disbelief in his fierce eyes showed no signs of fading.

That will be too.

They fought a war not so long ago.

Numerous friends, brothers, and compatriots were killed by humans and suffered devastating damage.

The walls you built with so much effort are half-collapsed, so you’ll have to work harder to restore them.

In the meantime, the arrival of a new human would not be welcome to them at all.

“I’m not going to force myself to go in. However, since it’s fine for me alone, can you please let me in?”

alone?

Those words made the goblins a little wary.

After exchanging opinions, they pointed to their waists with a spear and said, as if they had finally decided to take the vacant lot.

“…human. Lay down your weapons.”

“Okay.”

Vinter carefully undid the leather armor on his waist and put down his sword.

“Is this enough?”

Nod-

The goblins withdrew their spears.

The vigilance was still there, but not hostile like the first time.

‘Because of what happened.’

It was surprising that the goblins could talk, but it was also shocking to see them erecting a wall this big and standing guard like humans.

It’s hard to believe even if someone systematically educated them.

Because up until now, goblins’ intellect had been limited to staying at the level of a child.

After being guided into the castle gate, Vinter opened his mouth wide.

“This is…”

Within the walls, there was a town as prosperous as any other small town.

Smoke spewing from various chimneys, and blacksmiths beating iron outside.

The nicely built plaza was full of goblins sharpening their swordsmanship for the future, and there were even goblins doing business with stalls in the market.

A well-built city that no one can see is lacking.

‘I heard that it hasn’t been more than three months since the goblins entered the duchy…’

It was hard to believe while watching it right in front of my eyes.

Think about it.

Goblins who speak human language are overflowing here and there, and goblins who specialize in iron handling as well as trade and make agricultural tools and weapons are numerous.

What about the clothes you wear there?

No matter what was done to the fibers, both adults and children are wearing silky cloth clothes.

That moment.

As I passed by the village, I saw female goblins making cloth by hand through the window.

At the same time, Vinter’s eyes widened.

Doesn’t this mean that the ‘Goblin Kingdom’ is already carrying out independent production activities?

“What the hell is this…!”

It was self-evident that any member of the guild would come back with money as soon as this news was known.

From the perspective of Winter, each goblin here was an engineer.

A technician who is still a rookie, but who digs into a fairly specialized part of the job.

If this is ten years.

What if it lasted for twenty years?

Technology will be handed down and handed down, and will continue to evolve.

And eventually, artisans who surpass humans will appear one after another little by little.

To the clearing that swallows the wind the more I wander around the village.

Zeke, with a splint on his leg, came limping.